Caden is Mr. Particular indeed. He knows how he wants things and makes sure whoever he's with "gets the memo," too. When we go to sit down outside, he'll pat the ground/chair/stairs, whatever, to show me where he wants to sit. It's pretty cute, always right next to him :).
And then, there's the binks. Oh, the binks....(side note....not sure how this kid will ever lose his addiciton to the binks, but anyhoo....) we are very particular about the binks. He's been funny about the binks since he was really little. We have video of him crawling around, and every time he sees a binkie, he spits the one in his mouth out for the next one he sees. We used to scatter them in a little trail as he crawled along, and it made for some cheap entertainment, watching him go after one bink at a time. Well anyway, these days he knows his binks are (for the most part) only in his crib. We are trying to have him have the binkies less and less, although we are not fighting it as hard as we should at this point probably. So every so often during the day he decides that he really needs a binkie, and runs to his bedroom door, waits for someone to open the door, and runs in and gets a binkie out of his crib. In the morning, when I go in to get him, he is always sitting there with all the binks we left in the crib with him. Then he knows I'll only let 1 come out with him, to have while we watch a show, so he'll sit there and stare at them, trying to decide which one he wants. I didn't know binks could be so different. It's seriously like he's taste-testing them all. And it's the same story at night.....when we go in to do his bedtime, he stands by his crib and takes each bink out, one at a time, "taste-tests" them, and puts each back 'til he finds the right one. It cracks me up. Apparently they each have a secret flavor I'm unaware of. Haha.
And then, there's bedtime. He is so sweet, and of course, so particular about saying "Night-night" to anyone and everyone who is here. This includes the dogs. Both dogs. Individually getting "Night night" greetings from Caden. When you tell him it's time to go to bed, he'll get his blankie, binkie, and sippy, and start waving. Just recently, he's very specific about whom he's waving too, and it cracks us up. The other night Jared was holding Barley as Caden was saying "goodnight" to Jared. Jared kept responding to Caden saying "Night" back to him, and Caden started shaking his head "No." We realized it was because he was saying "Night" to Barley after Jared, and when Jared kept responding to him, Caden was trying to say "No you goofballs I already said goodnight to Dad, I'm saying goodnight to Barley now!!" Anyway, it was funny. Once we figured that out he said "Yes" and smiled and moved on to saying "Night" to Milo, who we had to hunt down in the spare bedroom.
Caden couldn't be more thrilled about the weather! He's a ball of fire the second his little velveeta block feet hit the back steps onto the patio, and doesn't stop laughing/running/smiling until his mean, awful parents make him come inside and eat or go to bed, or something crazy like that. Ha.
I think we will definitely get out money's worth out of the good 'ol sunshine this year, and I think winter will be quite a traumatic transition for this sweet baby boy!